In some deserted grave-- I cannot tell you why,
But I should like to sleep in some neglected spot,
Unknown to everyone, by everyone forgot.
There lying I should taste with my dead breath
The utter lack of life, the fullest sense of death;
And I should nover hear the note of jealousy or hate,
The tribute paid by passers-- by to tombs of state.
That futility bring torture to dead and dying ears;
There I should lie annihilate and my dead heart would bless
Oblivion--the shroud and envelope of happiness.
Reaction:
That all shall cry over my bed.
That I myself, will not be as frail,
As the vessel, that shall soon fail.
Yet on the ground I lay,
Walking the thin veil through shadow and pain
I will not fall,
Nor shall I stumble.
For that is the will,
That only a dead man can grasp.
By: Alexander Anderson
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